At Brussels there was a similar amount of time for changing trains, a generous hour, although many of the trains are running a few minutes late, which might have been due to poor visibility in the fog. Ouside the station, leaving by the exit from Brussels Midi with the double-height wall-sized panel from Tintin in America (it shows Tintin bravely clinging on to the front of a steam locomotive, complete with motion lines, although rail travel in Belgium is less exciting than this), I went to see the site of the etching I had made from the source material gathered last time I was here. The building which was the focus of the print has now been demolished, leaving a plot of fine, flattened rubble
What still remains is the long low stump of a wall that cuts across the foreground of the etching from which protrudes a linear mass of twisted, rusting steel reinforcing rods, which was very enjoyable to draw, as a device to divide up the space in the picture. After rephotographing the scene, a few steps further along the short street are a pair of temporary concrete barriers, such that one finds around building works. I had photographed one of these eighteen months ago, with a slogan against Mohamed Morsi, who had been deposed two months earlier. The graffiti was still there.